"Like Mr. Zhang, I'm an ordinary citizen of Sha City. I have no ill intentions."
Ill intentions.
There shouldn't be any.
I've lived for forty years, though I've achieved nothing, at least I have a decent eye for people.
Besides, how many bad guys are so obedient, staying put just because they're told to?
"Do you know me?"
"Of course."
The other person smiled, looking at the "sturdy and cute" Zhang Zhiqiang, "Otherwise, I wouldn't have invited Mr. Zhang's son to eat KFC."
Zhang Zhongquan frowned, trying hard to recall where he'd seen the other person, but upon searching his memory, he found no such person.
"But I don't know you."
"People always move from unfamiliar to familiar. My surname is Zhou, Zhou Shaohua."
The name is unfamiliar too.
How big is the gap between people?
So big that those at the bottom don't even know who's exploiting them.
"Mr. Zhang, now we know each other, don't we?"
